I fell off the blogosphere for most of last week because I’ve been a busy azz bee, much busier than usual doing something that I never expected to be doing. Y’all we did something very exciting and kind of spontaneous; who doesn’t make life-changing decisions on a whim? I’m gonna have to blog about it at some point, but not just yet. Don’t ya hate it when people are vague? Me too!
My hair. Doesn’t it always go back to our hair?
A few weeks ago my stylist came to the house and gave me a BIG cut. Several inches were removed after 20 weeks of neglect, I needed it. (She’s not going back to a salon to work anytime soon because she’s not putting her kids in daycare.) Back in real life, I would get a trim and highlights every six weeks. So, 20 weeks felt like a lifetime. I’ve made a life-altering (different than the one above) decision to NOT highlight my hair. Do you know what I found out during all this ‘not highlighting my hair’? I’m not as naturally blonde as I thought. I’ve identified as blonde my entire life. But, I just realized I’m closer to brunette than blonde. This.was.a.revelation.
I was explaining this to Lolo and she said “Mom, it’s 2020, you can IDENTIFY as anything you want.” So, I’m going to now identify as a cat. A brunette cat. MeOw.
I might hate it though and revert. NOT reverse being a cat, reverse being a brunette.
So, I’ve been so preoccupied with our life-changing decision, that I was the last person in Florida to know there are two named hurricanes heading in the direction of the Gulf of Mexico, which is right down the road. Suzanne, wake up and pay attention to your surroundings! I’m sure it will be fine. Everything will be fine. *I checked and we are fine, only rain and some wind, NO sighting of Jim Cantore will be expected. Fingers crossed*
Yesterday I was walking from the backyard towards the house with a few citrus leaves in my hand to feed my giant swallowtails INSIDE (like a normal person) when I got a text on my Apple Watch, I glanced down at the same time I was supposed to take a big step UP to the raised concrete driveway…but being distracted, I didn’t step UP quite as high as I should have and I caught my flip flop on the concrete, flung forward onto both hands and knees. Jiminy Christmas! I glanced around, thankful that we had fencing and not a soul witnessed my clumsiness. Suzanne, wake up and pay attention to your surroundings!
I’m fine. Everything is fine. I just scraped up my knees and one hand. But, there goes my hand and leg modeling contract, $$ right out the window.
Speaking of butterflies and orgies, because that is often a hot topic.
What in the procreation is happening?
I found these
swingers couples getting Jiggy-wit-it on Saturday. Do you remember the upside down kiss from the SpiderMan movie? Well, they’re not kissing.
I almost put ‘yard porn’ in the title of this post, but was scared to see who found me just because of that phrase.
I’m gonna have to change my blog rating to R because of all the butterfly porn. Speaking of which, a few months ago a friend texted me saying she saw two monarchs fornicating and she didn’t realize that they did such a thing; I wanted to respond with ‘you’re so pretty’ because that’s my normal response, but she really is one of the most intelligent people I know. But still, I suppose if you don’t think about butterflies doing the dirty, then you don’t know.
It’s always a critter orgy around here, lizards, snakes, butterflies. They HAVE NO SHAME and act like I can’t see them.
So, that’s all I have to get off my chest today. Turns out, this post is all.about.me.
What about you? Any change in identification that you’re considering?